Chapter Eight
The next morning, Alice woke feeling incredibly well rested. After their encounter the previous evening, Jeremy had sent her to her room. She’d done as she was told, feeling every inch the child being sent to bed for bad behaviour. As it happened, she was happy to go. Her bizarre day had left her exhausted, and she showered, then pulled on a pair of pyjamas and crawled eagerly beneath her new sheets. Everything had been so crazy that she hadn’t had time to think about how cool it was that she had a four-poster bed. It wasn’t an original, like the ones in the rooms of the house open to the public, but it had been designed to look like one. Alice loved it regardless. She’d pulled the covers up over her body and m*********d herself to a desperately-needed c****x before falling
